she deserves better...




does she know..




A very special story I'd like to share.
From RL's 18.

The Rich Poor Man

Charlie Chan was a young immigrant from China who toiled hard and saved as much as he could. He invested his money carefully and, over time, grew to be rich.

Despite his newfound wealth, Charlie was content with the simple life. Home was a one-room apartment in Chinatown. He never felt the need to move from his humble surrounds. After work, he returned home to watch TV to unwind before falling asleep.

When he reached his seventies, Charlie's body showed signs of slowing and he was forced his own mortality. A regular churchgoer, he spent time praying and thinking of all the good he could have done.

One night, an angel appeared to him.

"God has heard your prayers and will grant you three wishes"," said the angel, adding that each wish came with a price. "The more you ask, the higher the price."

Charlie thanked God for answering his prayers and proceeded with his first wish. "I want the poor in Chinatown to have enough food, clothing and shelter."

The angel smiled. "It'll lost you all your wealth," he said. Charlie's heart skipped a beat. The money was his life savings but decided it would be useless when he was dead.

His wish was granted and when he checked his POSB account, all he had left was $200. But all around Chinatown, he saw smiling faces and happy children.

Charlie knew what he wanted next. He had been in and out of Singapore General Hospital of late. "Heal the sick in the hospital I go to."

"The price," said the angel, "is your own health."

"Oh dear," he said, flinching.

He was getting on, he reasoned, and even if he could live longer, it really would mean more pain. He thought of patients in SGH and agreed to pay the price.

The patients recovered, surprising doctors and patients alike. But pain wracked every fibre of Charlie's shrivelled body.

His enthusiasm for wishes waned and he prayed for patience instead. In church, his pastor spoke of a six-year-old girl, a violin prodigy. She was suffering from leukaemia. Her parents, the owners of a struggling independent bookstore, happened to be seated in front of Charlie. They held each other, sobbing.

"I wish for her recovery," prayed Charlie.

"That'll mean you'll die before the year ends," said the angel, sighing.

Despite his suffering, Charlie yearned for life. Every morning brought with it a hope that life would turn for the better and that the angel would grant him all his desires of his heart. A teary Charlie agreed to the price and the child made a miraculous recovery.

As Christmas Eve descended on Singapore, carols could be heard and there was merry-making all across the land. Charlie lay on his bed, his life ebbing away. He was alone, in pain and his heart was about to break.

In church, worshippers were shaking hands with one another at the stroke of midnight when the grand chandelier, which hung proudly in the sanctuary, fell inexplicably, shattering into a million pieces. At the same moment, Charlie gave up the ghost.

They found him on his bed the next day; a small Christmas tree with flickering lights in a corner.

Meanwhile, God looked down from heaven and spied a soul so beautiful that he wanted in heaven with himself. The angel visited Charlie one last time and gently lifted his soul.

"There's a wish I have go grant," said the angel to Charlie.

"But... but..." muttered Charlie.

"It's not your wish but God's," said the angel. "And God wants you to be with him forever and ever."




I can't believe you had the cheek to say the things you said that night. I really can't. You said you're drunk, god knows. You're drunk and you can tell me you're drunk. Unbelievable isn't it. What the fuck do you think I am? Hold him, touch him, hug him. The only thing I didn't get to see was you two makin out.

Imagine that, I can. Remember me sayin the chinese sayin "dai lu mao"? I am wearing that very green hat. I'm a fool. Fucking fool. You want me to go clubbing with you? You want me to come and see all these shit? You want me to see you making out with those clowns whenever you hit the clubs? How'd you expect me to trust you when you can't fucking behave yourself. It's the first time I'm clubbing at the same location as you, and this is what I get. Well done, very well done.

We're over. I've no reason to flare up that night. I didn't think I was going to. Upon witnessin all these nonsense, I can't help but to. He hold me you're his cousin and why would he get involved with you. Yes, I believed that. Next, you tell me he's your cousin, and I'm convinced. And then Gary told me that's his cousin. I am devastated. You bet I'm. You lied to me. I don't know how many times you had lied and what about. I don't wanna know.

And then you asked me, are we over? Fuck yes, it's over. I know alot about you. Things you don't say but I knew... all along I knew. I thought you'd change, but you certainly did not. I wanted to prove em wrong. But I failed to, I failed to miserably. I thought we were meant to be. The green hat I'm wearing now is certainly not trendy this humiliation is absurd. What did I do to deserve this.

I wouldn't say I'm a perfect boyfriend. I wouldn't say I'm at no fault of this break up. I'm sorry we tried so hard to keep us going when we're actually going nowhere.
We should have given it up from the very first time you wanted to leave. Yeah, I'm ought to be sorry.

The last straw was that night. That fateful night, you wanted to leave. You left, and you held another guy's hand just two hours later. You know what, FUCK YOU, fuck the shit out of you if you're gonna tell me you're drunk when you haven't even started drinking shit. No excuses, lady. You blew it, that's it. These are my final words.

And just a lil bit more,

How can you believe when "lie" lies in the middle of it all?





What my heart wants to say, it isn't really that difficult to.
But somehow, expressing is something really alien to me.
I tried, I really did.

It could be the way you hold me, it could be the the things you say, it also could be the way you look into my eyes.

We're just two very similiar people, too afraid to get along.

Just a week ago you were my baby
Now I don't even know you at all
I don't know you at all
Well I wish that you would call me right now
So that I could get through to you somehow
But I guess it's safe to say
that
I'm officially missing you..




To all the girls.

If you were a boy
then, you'd understand
So he go to clubs with the guys
And sometimes flirt with the girls
He should be able to roll out
As long as he's coming home to you
And give you the world


You need to stop listening to your friends
Love, respect and trust your man.






I can't recall how long ago was it when we actually spent quality time quite like that. These are the times I've been missin.

Hey boy, hang in there, another month or so and you're a free man. We'll be waitin.
Happy Vals buddy.




Came across this on the net. Enjoy. :)

CIGARETTE:
A pinch of tobacco
rolled in paper
with fire at one end
and a fool at the other

MARRIAGE:
It's an agreement
wherein
a man loses his bachelor degree
and a woman gains her master

DIVORCE:
Future Tense
of Marriage

CONFERENCE:
The confusion of one man
multiplied by the
number present

CONFERENCE ROOM:
A place where everybody talks,
nobody listens
and everybody disagrees later on

COMPROMISE:
The art of dividing
a cake in such a way that
everybody believes
he got the biggest piece

ECSTASY:
A feeling when you feel
you are going to feel
a feeling
you have never felt before

EXPERIENCE:
The name
men give
to their
mistakes

PHILOSOPHER:
A fool
who torments himself
during life,
to be spoken of
when dead

FATHER:
A banker
provided by
nature

CRIMINAL:
A guy
no different
from the other,
unless he gets caught




A little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita is all I need
A little bit of Tina is what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica here I am
A little bit of you makes me your man






Oh, why you look so sad
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now
Don't, be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through
Cuz I've seen the dark side too

When the night falls on you
You don't know what to do
Nothing you confess
Could make me love you less

I'll stand by you.




Signed up for facebook.

Decided to quit smoking, again.
Doing well so far. :-)






Where is the laughter, you used to bring me
Why can't I hear the music play
Why have you gone away
Why can't I find you

Where are you, Christmas






22 December 2008

We spend an early christmas with you, darlin.
Your heart must be in a thousand pieces when you left us my dear girl.
Yes, you're strong we know.
Liver cancer. Kidney Failure. Eye diseases.
But there's a limit to one.
Nine years, you've been with us.
No, it dosen't stop now.
You'll live in my hearts, forever.
We know you're celebrating Christmas with our Savior of mankind, Jesus Christ.


Rest in peace my dear one.




Darling I never showed you
Assumed you'd always be there
I took your presence for granted
Sorry I never told you
All I wanted to say
And now it's too late to hold you
Cause you've flown away
So far away

Never had I imagined
Living without you near me
Feeling and knowing you hear me

And I know you're shining down on me from heaven
And I know eventually we'll be together
One sweet day
















Sentosa with Alex, Denz, Wesley, Alfred, Kendra, Shane, Flora, Anthony.




QUIT WANKING AND START STUDYIN, JARON!
WE MISS YOU.






It happened
You finally walked on out the door
and I
and I
I find myself ready to
to fall
apart
Now where do I start to explain


Where do I start to explain?














Hello blog, hi, yeah hi. Lol, went see-shaing with the folks tday.
Fuckin rat bigger then your head, maybe like that (<:::::::::::88',) was around the place. Woooooooooooooot. Pictures are tmr yo.




Love came to me and said
What do you want from me?
Save me, I said, Save me.
Lust knelt down beside me
and love said:
If you knew the price of lust would come to this,
you would ask nothing
but would give.




Got this randomly on the net.

Five lessons on the way we should treat people:

1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.
During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one:

'What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?'
Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50 ' s, but how would I know her name?

I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

'Absolutely, ' said the professor. 'In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say 'hello.! '

I've never forgotten that lesson. And I also learned her name was Dorothy.


2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain
One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride! Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960 ' s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.

She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man ' s door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached.

It read:
'Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along.
Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband ' s bedside just before he passed away... God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others.'

Sincerely,
Mrs. Nat King Cole.


3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those
who serve.
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.

'How much is an ice cream sundae?' he asked.
'Fifty cents,' replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.

'Well! how much is a plain dish of ice cream?' he inquired.

By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.

' Thirty-five cents,' she brusquely replied.

The little boy again counted his coins.

'I ' ll have the plain ice cream,' he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to tear as she wiped the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies..

You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.


4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in our path.
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walk ed around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.

Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the
person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us wil never understand!

This shows that every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.


5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...
Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister.

I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, 'Yes I'll do it if it will save her.' As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded.

He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, 'Will I start to die right away?'

Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her, but he still did. Give while it counts.




Anguish, not really.
Devasted, probably.

Because, because, because.






This is my baby, Shalaman.
Such a pretty boy, isn't it?

Do we have to struggle like that just to kiss? Lol!





Joanne is going to Cambodia tomorrow afternoon.
Wish her a safe journey and a smooth operation.

To Arthur: Grow up, I did. Did you? Physically yes, mentally yes(?)
Not.

Gonna write a letter to Jaron after this, gonna be my first letter to him.
We all miss you, Jaron.




What I have to say to you is so private,
I can hardly bear,
For the words to be uttered,
Into the vacuous air,

So we take off our clothes.










Saturday, met Alex & Joanne.
Alex went back to camp.
Till next week, Alex!

Jaron is fine.




But when it come to being lucky I'm cursed
When it come to loving you I'm the worst.

kxkxkxkxkx




Wesley, wanna suck my cock again?
HAHAHAHHAHA.






Waitin.

Credits to Jo for photo.














This was today.
Went over to Jo's place.
Tried "Lucky" by Jason Mraz.
More of such times, people!
Check out our retarded faces.
Ciaos!









Saturday.

What is time?
Is it the autumn leaves that change?
Or the snow that floats from the sky?





still waitin, jaron.




it's sad,
so sad,
it's a sad sad situation,
and it's getting more and more absurd.




Cupid please hear my cry
And let your arrow fly
Straight to my lover's heart it's for me.






Say... I was 7 or 8 when I had you?
I remember I would always carry you instead of Shalaman because I know.
I know, if i don't now, I would never, in the future.
You're down with kidney failure. Sis said you're in pain, and haven't been yourself.
God knows I would like to see you. I would like to hold you in my arms again.
You'd never know how much you meant to me.

Be strong.
for me...






This is today.
This is one of Kelly's favourite picture cuz she looks good.
Hahahaha. :-P










This was last week's sentosa!
Pity, we didnt take a group shot.
Awwwwwww. :- (

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